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Bloodlust - Eddie Munson x fem!vampire!reader

Part 1 - 'Teeth'

Eddie comes over for your usual movie night and after a night of confessions, Eddie tells you a secret, a dirty fantasy he has about a familiar creature.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i've had this one in the drafts almost ALL SUMMER so i hope you guys enjoy! i had a fun time making this even though my writer's block made me change the format four fucking times-

warnings: reader is a vampire, 2nd person pov for this chapter, blood, biting, mentions of biting kink/fang kink, cursing

The end of another hot summer day is approaching, and you couldn’t be happier. Heat drags on the days with exhaustion and complete boredom, a scorching sun pairs along with the unbearable weather. Luckily, the sun begins to retire for the day and dusk is upon the sky. Not only are you glad that the weather gets cooler at night, but you’re also glad that your movie night with your best friend is happening tonight. Even though your movie nights happen almost every summer night, the two of you hadn’t planned one in almost two weeks. Responsibilities caught up to him and you couldn’t be mad at him for it. So, after a while, the two of you decided to get back on track with your hangouts. 

You’re actually relieved that he decided to go after his responsibilities. During those days, you had things to attend to. Those things included your urges and your hunger. No, not for food. For blood. You hadn’t tasted a drop of blood in months and your senses started to warn you about the consequences of not taking care of yourself. As a vampire, you knew you needed blood. But living in a small town like this made it hard to hunt for prey and get away with it. And no, you couldn’t just devour a helpless rabbit. You needed human blood, no other exceptions. Well, that was how your senses worked. It was either humans, or no food at all. 

So, you did what you had to do. One late night, you were walking around the neighborhood and a whiff of something delicious caught your attention. That scent had led you down the street, and now the cause of that whiff was right in front of you. In an alleyway, a guy has a woman pressed up against a wall. His lips are on her neck, from here you can see the woman tugging at the guy’s hair. Unrelated to the situation, this guy seriously had some great hair. You wanted to walk away and let the couple be, but that whiff got the better of you. You got closer. 

“Mmh, oh, Steve…” 

…Steve? Where have you heard that name before? 

Shaking off your thoughts, you stealthily sneaked behind the guy and peeked over his shoulder. Your back hits the brick wall, and now you’re just staring directly at the couple. Your senses are overwhelming, but you are used to it. Right on time, the woman opens her eyes. They squint at your dark figure for a moment. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Why’d you stop?” Steve asked, his words coming out breathless and raspy. The woman’s face twists into a look of pure horror as your eyes are now a piercing red. This was just step one. 

“It’s getting late…” The woman slowly unravels herself from Steve’s touch, stealing glances at the brick wall from where you’re watching. Your anticipation builds, igniting a feeling of butterflies deep down in your stomach. You can smell his scent and it smells amazing, it smells hot, and you even smell some sort of cologne. That’ll make the taste even better, you thought to yourself. “...I’ll call you!” 

Before the guy could even protest, she’s already off and speed-walking into another direction. You felt bad for interrupting their little interaction, but this guy smelled so damn good. Once you can’t hear the clicks of her heels hitting the ground, you know she’s long gone. You’re staring at Steve’s backside, running your tongue over your teeth. Sure enough, your fangs had come out just by the scent of him. That’s how you knew that this was gonna be good. Or you were just hungry. I mean, you hadn’t had any real food in a few months. 

“Fuck.” Steve mutters under his breath, catching your interest. Shouldn’t he be walking away? As of right now, usually the person would try to walk out until you stopped them and feasted on their blood. But he’s just standing there, looking down. 

No biggie, this just made things even easier for you. 

You carefully walked up to him, not even sure if you were controlling your own body or if it was your senses taking over. With every step, you felt yourself tapping more into your natural instincts. You didn’t care if he screamed, you just wanted a taste. You didn’t care if it got messy, you just NEEDED his skin against your teeth. 

As Steve begins to move, you pounce on him. You grip his shoulders and push him down to his knees, earning a yelp from him. “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He screams, but you could care less about his threats. Licking your lips, you press your lips to the curve of his neck and trace your tongue around his skin until you find your favorite spot. Your favorite spot on a person was always the area a few inches below the ear. All vampires had a preference, or some just took whatever you could get. You, however, were a mix of both. He’s trying to fight back, you can tell. He’s wiggling around and screaming at you, and for help. He looked so helpless and that just heightened the feelings of your senses. 

“What the-” Were the last two words you heard as you sunk your fangs down into his skin, flavor bursting on your tongue. Just as you suspected, he tastes good. There’s blood streaming from your mouth and dribbling down to the back of his orange sweatshirt. Fuck, this is exactly what you needed. You gulp down each and every drop you can get, your nails sinking down into his sweater. Your senses had completely taken over and the only thing on your mind was: hunger. Steve’s quieted down, his eyes drooping low, and his energy suddenly drains. Unfortunately, you can’t keep at this for as long as you wanted to. You wanted a meal, but you weren’t a killer. You reluctantly pull away, red liquid drips from your fangs and onto his skin. 

Releasing your grip on him, the poor guy drops down to the floor on his back. He’s not exactly unconscious yet, but he’s getting there. He’s staring up at you with his eyes fluttering closed. You stay there and make sure his eyes are closed before wiping your mouth and heading out of the alleyway. Now, your hunger would be satiated for the next couple of months. 

…wait. WAS THAT STEVE HARRINGTON?! 

And now you’re here, at home setting up the living room for your movie night with your bestie. 

You cleaned up earlier and set up the area, he was going to bring the snacks. Snacks in his terms meant: beer, store bought chocolate chip cookies, a huge tub of vanilla ice cream, and more beer. So basically, you were always the one to have all the goods. 

There’s one large blanket draped over your couch, the one that you and him share on nights like these. He’s a HUGE blanket hog, but you don’t mind it. Even if that means that you have to freeze your ass off to make sure that he feels safe and comfortable in your home. He deserves it, he deserves everything. If it wasn’t clear enough, you were definitely crushing hard on your best friend. As much as you tried to deny it, you simply couldn’t. You’re in love with this man and obsessed with everything he does. Unfortunately, only being best buddies would have to do for now. 

About a half hour later than he was supposed to arrive, the door knocks. This was typical of him, so you weren’t bothered. After taking one last glance around the area and collecting yourself, you rush over to the door. You open it, and there he is. Your best friend, Eddie Munson. 

His head of curls is tied back into a ponytail, his brown doe eyes are soft as he gives you his signature warm smile. It almost makes you wanna sink your teeth into his face because he’s so damn cute…in a good way. 

“Sweetheart.” 

You give him a smile back, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Yeah?”

“...I forgot the beer.” 

~

Curled up together, thighs against his thighs and your head rests against his shoulder. You lived for this. Moments like these were the ones you savored because you knew that one day, Eddie would find someone else. He would find someone else to cuddle with and hangout with one day, and it wouldn’t be you. You wanted it to be, but…things don’t work out. Your last boyfriend got a glimpse of your fangs, and he asked you about it, so you came clean…let’s just say that he’s the sole reason why you moved to Hawkins. 

Part of you feels bad for not telling Eddie about your secret, he’s your best friend for God’s sake! But you promised your parents that you would be careful. And if you pissed them off, you’d be sent right back home. Even though you’re a grown adult, your parents had the last say in everything. 

Eddie’s chomping away at the brownies you made him and watching the movie peacefully, his fingertips gently caress your forearm. In that moment, you prayed that his touch didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps. As you thought that, you felt a pleasant shiver roll down your arm. You’re about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool off until Eddie sits up. 

He grabs the remote and turns off the tv which stops you from bolting to the bathroom, instead giving him a curious look.

“Didn’t like the movie?” You asked, looking up at him.

Eddie shakes his head, his head of curls whipping him right in the face. You try to hold back your laughter as he brushes it out of his face, and it’s the most awkward yet cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His ringed fingers go through his hair while he gives you that warm smile that he only saves for his closest friends. This guy didn’t know how pretty he actually was.

“Nah, it’s not that.” He replied, setting the tv remote on the table next to the couch the two of you were sitting on. “It’s been a while since we had one of these, I figured we could catch up.”

Your heart melts.

That should be the bare minimum of having a best friend, catching up with each other every second you got and checking up on each other. But you felt so helpless when it came to your feelings for Eddie.

“Alright.” You simply replied. “Let’s catch up.”

Eddie then fills you in on what’s been going on. There’s some girl (you already hate her) and apparently, she stood him up on his date to go and hook up with some guy in an alleyway.

“Who was it?!” You asked.

Eddie chomps on another brownie, giving you a smirk. “Steve Harrington, who else would it be?”

…that’s ironic.

You had caught Steve Harrington making out with some girl in an alleyway the night you attacked him.

Oh.

Your face flushes with embarrassment and you sink down into the couch, hiding your blush with a pillow. Thankfully, Eddie doesn't notice, and he continues talking.

"And weirdly enough, he got attacked by something almost right after." He added.

The fact that the "something" he was talking about was YOU made you feel bad, but you were lowkey happy because you got to hurt someone that hurt Eddie.

"What did he get attacked by?" You asked, acting as clueless as you can.

Eddie shrugged, brushing a few brownie crumbs from his shirt and onto the floor which you'll sweep up later.

"Well, I talked to Steve earlier today when I stopped by Family Video, and he had a bandage on his neck. He told me the last thing he remembered was seeing a pair of red eyes." He explained.

That's what most people usually remember when they get bit by a vampire. It's either a pair of red eyes or a dark figure. If they noticed anything else, you clearly did something wrong. If you aren't careful enough, you could end up getting yourself hurt...or even killed.

You're always careful.

"What do you think attacked him?" You asked, curiously.

Eddie was lost in thought for a moment, his ringed fingers tapping against the arm of the couch. This action made you sit up straight, holding the pillow in your lap.

What was he not telling you?

As his best friend, you knew the signs of when Eddie was hiding something.

His chocolate brown eyes are gazing down at his fingers, sometimes stealing a glance at the black screen of the television.

His other hand is fidgeting with the fabric of a white fluffy pillow, picking at the fur.

"...Eddie?"

The sound of your voice startles him as he looks up, giving you a sheepish look. "Sorry, lost in thought."

Eddie lets out the world's longest and dramatic sigh, his head falling into your lap as he looks up at you. Why did he have to be so damn cute?!

"You're so dramatic." You say, ruffling his hair a bit.

"And you love it." He retorts quickly, flashing you a cheeky grin.

"And I love you, Eddie Munson." is what you want to say, but you can't.

Instead of that, you simply roll your eyes and push him off of you. He lands on the ground with a soft thud, bringing the whole blanket down with him.

"Hey! I bought that blanket, y'know."

Eddie laughs, covering himself with the blanket. He wraps it around his whole body while keeping his eyes on you, that same cheeky grin stays on his face. "Come and get it."

You immediately rush down to the floor, trying to rip the blanket from his grasp. Eddie's surprisingly very strong, despite his lanky form. But your vampire strength gives you an advantage. The bad news is that if you went too hard, let's just say that you would actually rip the blanket.

The two of you play around for a bit, smiling, laughing and teasing each other before laying on the floor in a heap of breathy giggles. Your legs are tangled together, and the blanket is thrown somewhere around the two of you.

The silence is comfortable and content.

The moment was calm and quiet.

"...I think a vampire attacked Steve."

...never mind.

“Vampire?” You said, trying to sound as clueless as possible. 

“Yeah, I mean, what else could it be? Plus, with all the shit we’ve been through, we shouldn’t rule it out too quickly.” Eddie explained. 

You nodded along to his words, even though there was a pit forming in your stomach, filled with nervousness and dread. 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the quietness. Hawkins was pretty peaceful at this time of night. You could hear the faint noises of cars passing by, but that was all the noise you could hear. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, you hear something. 

Something out of Eddie’s mouth that makes your eyes go wide. 

“Do ya think that getting bit by a vampire would feel good?” 

…woah. 

You sit up immediately, tilting your head to the side and giving him a confused look. 

“Uh, no? It probably hurts like hell.” 

Another moment of silence forms, and this time you’re not calm. You’re conflicted, confused yet curious all at the same time. Was Eddie into vampires? Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie was a freak, liking things that no other person would. But, honestly, having a biting kink was completely fine and normal. 

But having a thing for VAMPIRES? 

…it’s a problem considering the fact that YOU’RE a vampire. 

You snap out of your thoughts, hearing a little rant from Eddie as he makes wild and dramatic gestures with his hands. 

“But that’s the thing, would it hurt so bad that it would feel good? Imagine the mark it would leave afterwards, sweetheart. Did you not see Steve’s bandage? That shit was big.” 

You can only reply by hitting him with a nearby pillow, earning a yelp and a glare from your best friend. 

“Alright, you little masochist, it’s time for you to skedaddle.” 

Usually Eddie would spend the night, but you can’t face him after what he had just said. You didn’t know if you could even control yourself from giving into his desires…and your own. 

Eddie raises his hands in mock defense, getting up and grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the couch. He’s smiling, as if he hadn’t just told you that he wanted a vampire to bite into his skin and leave a mark. 

You walk him to the door, as you always do, with your arms crossed and the chilly Hawkin’s air hits you almost immediately as you step outside. It’s a great way to cool off, especially after tonight. 

Eddie pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. 

His scent. 

His fucking scent. 

You close your eyes and lean into him, getting a whiff of his smell. This was definitely weird, but you couldn’t help it. Part of you wants to know what he tastes like, what he feels like… 

…but you won’t ever know. 

Clearing your throat, you break away from his embrace and watch him get into his car, giving him one final wave as he drives away in his truck. You can already hear the loud rock music slowly fading away in the distance. 

“...fuck.” 

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The Ranger (DBD RP)

Through trial and tribulation, an unfortunate soul found themselves yet again in the forsaken proving grounds of the bloated leech. Rest and respite was a luxury given only in small amounts when the roiling mass had yet to be fed, and so the survivors spread into the undergrowth like a herd of shoppers two minutes before the market is due to close. Business as usual in purgatory, their warden hunting the charges with impunity, as if a sweaty franchisee chasing after low level employees and yelling the coffee they served wasn’t the right temperature. But what ho? A new soul appears, in some sort of clean(ish) uniform, a heavy flashlight in hand as he peers with focus into the bushes. A hunter? The hunted?

“Smells like a toilet here... reminds me of home. Now where do I crap?”

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[cherripieee]

Made For You💋

pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: Nothing between you two was serious, it was meant to be lighthearted fun. But you don't want it to be that way anymore. You need her. You need Robin Buckley. You were made for her.

warnings: mentions of spicy times, angst, established relationship between robin and vickie, sad ending

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She's the love of your life? That's putting it mildly. You were head over heels smitten, fallen in love with the one and only Robin Buckley. You didn't know how or when these feelings started hitting you like a dump truck, but it was definitely recent.

Back when the two of you would hook up on the daily, it was casual. It was a simple relationship: I give you what you want, you give me what I want. Nothing about it was complicated. But you broke the main rule of your relationship. DONT. GET. FEELINGS. INVOLVED.

Now that you think about it, it started when Robin didn't call you as often to hook up. And when she did, you realized that she wasn't fully into it. She'd lose interest and leave as soon as she was done with you and wouldn't contact you for a few days. You thought nothing of it at the time. She wasn't your girlfriend; you could care less about what she decided to do.

But now you did. You cared about every move she made, every decision she would make...you cared a lot. It's been almost a month since the two of you have spoken, and it's been almost three since you've hooked up. You were tired of this silent treatment.

So here you are, standing in the crowd of a bunch of people. But you didn't care about this group of people, you cared about one person in particular. You waited and waited for her to show up, hoping that Eddie didn't somehow jinx it with that dumbass wink he gave you earlier.

You're about to give up and just watch the show until you see someone walk in with a very familiar shirt. 'Treat Your Girl Right' was plastered on the shirt with big red letters. That shirt was familiar because you let Robin borrow it the first night you two hooked up. And you were right.

The girl turns around to reveal a smiling Robin, her hair swishing to the side as she whips around to speak to the girl she came with. But you can't even see that girl, you only see Robin. You're pretty sure that there's hearts in your eyes as you look at her, she's so fucking pretty.

You feel as if everything has stopped when you look at her. How can a person get more and more gorgeous every time you look at them? You didn't know how, but you weren't complaining.

You don't even stop yourself from pushing past all the people to get to her, not getting a single second thought. You needed to speak with her urgently and just...see her again. Feel her again... No, those weren't the right words at all. You craved her.

"Robin...hey." Are the only words you can manage to get out of your throat as you stand right in front of her. From a distance, she was gorgeous. But up close? You felt like you were about to faint. She's just so...perfect.

Robin's smile suddenly fades as she sees you, a look of awkwardness and annoyance that makes your stomach churn. The girl she's with is staring at you, her eyes darting between you and Robin.

"Hey." Robin replies, giving you a small wave.

The eye-contact is awkward yet alluring at the same time. You want to walk away, but you also want to get closer...

"Hi!" You snap yourself out of your thoughts as the red-headed girl next to Robin gives you a big grin. It's too big. You already don't like her.

Before you can even speak, the girl keeps talking. "I'm Vickie, Robin's girlfriend!"

There's a pang in your chest.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND?

You're confused, but everything adds up now. Robin hasn't spoken to you in months because she found someone else. Even if it was a friends with benefits situation, she still could've at least warned you, right?

You're not sure what your first reaction is. Hurt? Anger? Betrayal? Or are you just being dramatic? Or even delusional?

Robin realizes that you didn't respond right away, so she pats Vickie's shoulder and gives you a solemn look.

"Look, I-"

You cut her off, not wanting to hear her explanation. At least, not in front of Vickie.

"Can we talk in private, please?" If she refused, you don't know what'd you do. You'd resort to fucking pleading, begging on your knees for her to at least have a conversation with you.

Luckily, you don't have to resort to pleading anytime soon. Robin slowly nods her head, telling Vickie that she'll be right back before following you through the crowd of people to the back entrance. As the two of you slip out, the cold night air hits you. It's summer, but why did it feel so chilly? Maybe it wasn't the weather, it was just you.

Robin's back is against the brick wall, staring deeply into your eyes. You can already tell by the look on her face that this conversation wasn't going to be a good one.

"Why didn't you talk to me, Robin?"

She shuffles her feet, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I should have called you."

Yeah, well no shit.

“Does Vickie know?”

She stays silent, and now you instantly know the situation.

Vickie doesn’t know that you and Robin hooked up, and in an attempt to save her relationship; she dumps you and distances herself.

You’re hurt.

You’re angry.

You’re betrayed.

“…I’m so sorry, I-”

You let out a dry snicker, waving her off with your hand as you walked away. That wasn’t the conversation you were hoping for, but it was the one you had gotten.

You were expecting something way different than this.

And now, your friendship with Robin is ruined.

You watched the show in silence, while the lively crowd is jumping and dancing along to the band’s music. Looking over to your side, you see Robin and Vickie smiling and jumping along with the crowd…

…it’s like she doesn’t even care about you.

With every beat of the music, it feels like your heart is shattering into a million pieces and weights of jealousy and anger are pulling you down.

After a long, miserable two hours, the concert has ended and you’re backstage waiting for Eddie since you promised to take him home.

He hops off stage along with his bandmates, patting each other on the back and smiling. He turns to you, he’s sweaty and there’s pieces of curly hair sticking to his forehead. “So, did you get your girl back?” He asks, enthusiastically.

…you burst into tears.

Eddie instantly wraps his arms around you, trying to comfort you. He honestly knew that something bad was going to happen, but for your sake he needed to be positive. You were head over heels for this girl.

You told him every single detail. On how you saw her with Vickie and she looked happy without you, how your conversation didn’t even last that long, and on how Vickie didn’t even know about you and Robin’s relationship.

The two of you were just hooking up, why couldn’t you get that in your head?!

There was two reasons.

You’re delusional.

And in love with Robin Buckley.

[cherripieee]

Mr. Bossman

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: Miguel told you to stay put in your office as he goes off on a mission on his own. It's far too dangerous, but it's MIGUEL. He doesn't care what anybody say. But you? He cares about anything you would do or say, he's simply obsessed with you.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, miguel being miguel, and yeah thats pretty much it LMAO

GIF by aenhanse

It's quiet today. Too quiet.

The Spider Society HQ was either bustling with activity, whether it was bad chaos or good chaos, or as quiet as a mouse. But today, it was simply boring. People were at their home dimensions and dealing with their own stuff.

You, however, were in your office. At your desk, doing your daily check ins and making sure nothing bad was happening in the HQ. Which was a pretty easy job since everyone here had common sense. But it was pretty boring! Miguel O'Hara, or Mr. Big Scary Bossman as some people referred to him as, (thanks to Hobie for giving him that nickname and teasing Miles about it 24/7) had informed you to stay put in your office for the day.

Why?!

There's absolutely nothing to do here and you'd be better off helping him with monitoring the multiverse! Earlier you had brought this up to him.

"Miguel," you whined.

"You could use the help! You shouldn't be doing this alone..." He simply waved you off, saying he'd be back shortly.

It's been a few hours. Usually, you wouldn't be worried but it's way too quiet at the base.

...and you missed him.

His company was something you enjoyed, and it was likewise. Everyone at the HQ knew that you and Miguel had been getting closer and you loved it.

But you never knew what Miguel was thinking. He was a very closed off man and you couldn't blame him for that. He had lost his family, the poor guy. Sometimes you wonder if he had been different if things hadn't gone the way they did. But you were glad that Miguel liked you.

Lyla, Miguel's holographic assistant, pops in, appearing on your shoulder.

"Hey, Lyla, what's up?" You asked as you gave her a warm smile.

She doesn't return the smile, instead giving you a frown.

"It's Miguel," she began to say. Immediately your mind begins to worry. What happened?!

"He's in a bad mood, like a REALLY bad mood. I just wanted to warn you befor-"

The door swings open, causing both you and Lyla to abruptly stop your conversation and turn towards the noise.

"Ohmygod, Mig-"

There he was, standing at the entrance of his office. His large frame is hunched over as he clutches at his side, a bandage wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

His eyes are a piercing red and he's seething, you can tell from the platform you're standing on.

"Don't."

Miguel knows you pretty well. He knows that every time he gets hurt you absolutely hate it and you're dropping everything to try and help, even if he's already gotten it. He hated the attention he would get from you when he was hurt, but he didn't hate YOU.

He had an obsession with you, and he didn't admit it. He COULDN'T admit it, his ego and pride were stopping him dead in his tracks from his true feelings.

He casually swings up onto the platform, standing next to you in the blink of an eye. If you weren’t already used to people swinging and hovering over you, you’d be intimidated. But you weren’t. 

Speaking of that, you weren’t even a spider. You were Miguel’s assistant. His personal assistant. 

You handle his serums and test them out to make sure that they work correctly and efficiently. You also carry very sacred information about him and ALL of the spider-people. You were one of the most powerful people in the HQ and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t even THINK about it. 

“What happened this time?” You asked him as you pulled up a screen, scanning the area for anything that seemed wrong or out of place. 

“An anomaly broke out, nothing too hard to handle.” He doesn’t even hesitate to respond, conversations like these were frequent between you two. 

You snickered, glancing at the bandage wrapped around his waist. 

“Uh-huh. Okay, bossman.” 

The silence between the two of you is normal, you’re scanning files and Miguel is going through his serums. Lyla, however, noticed something between the two of you. 

For months now, she’s been taking notes of how Miguel would spend more time around you. Even when he wasn’t bossing you around or scolding you, he’d take time out of HIS day to sit down with you or just simply talk to you. Whether it was in the cafeteria or in his own office, Lyla knew something was up. Miguel O’Hara isn’t just nice. Quite frankly, he’s an asshole. 

Obviously Lyla wasn’t going to interfere TOO much, but Miguel needed a little…push. 

She appears on Miguel’s broad shoulder, and he doesn’t even look up. “What, Lyla?” 

“I think that you should do another checkup on your wound, just to be safe…” 

She’s not looking at Miguel, she’s looking at you. 

You look up from your files, nodding your head. 

“I agree, Mig. Just to be safe.” 

Miguel gives you a sideways glance, his eyes running up and down along your body before going back to looking at different screens. 

The only person he would want checkups from was you, no one else. You would be the only one taking care of him if it was up to him, in all honesty. In that medbay, everytime he got hurt…

He would think of you attending to his wounds. 

Lyla flickers and disappears as Miguel lets out a sigh, placing his hands on his hips and looks down at you. 

“I’m taking that as a yes?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“Sí, cuídame, cariño.” (Yes, take care of me, sweetheart.)

You had absolutely no clue what he said, but you took that as a yes. 

He’s sitting in his office chair and you’re kneeling down next to him, checking his pulse and his wound. Everything seemed fine, but Miguel INSISTED that you did one more checkup. 

His gaze is locked on you, specifically your long, white lab coat that’s pooling around you. You’re wearing your usual clothes, but Miguel never cared about what you wore. He always thought that you were the most precious thing he had laid eyes on. 

The way you were oblivious to everything made him fall even harder, you barely noticed anything at all. 

He could’ve used that to his advantage by now but he chooses not to, he doesn’t want to jeopardize the nice relationship he has with you. Even if it kills him. 

By the time you’re done checking up on him, he’s staring directly into your eyes. You get nervous, his brown eyes bore longingly into yours. 

“Alright, Miguel. I’ve checked all of your vitals and your wounds multiple times, everything seems to be fine.” 

He nods as you stand back up onto your two feet, giving him that sweet smile you gave to everyone around the HQ. He hated it. He only wanted that smile to be for his eyes only, just for him. Oh, God, the way you would smile at Hobie absolutely KILLED him. 

Hobie had lended you a guitar pick, you were just starting to learn since you had nothing better to do, and he was just being a proper gentleman. You gave him your usual smile before walking back to your usual duties. 

Little did you know that Miguel was watching. 

In his office, sitting in his chair and his face all up on the screen. His hands balled up in fists when you smiled at him, your face was just so genuine and sweet. He couldn’t take it anymore. From that day, he promised himself not to miss out on someone like you. You were a one of a kind and he couldn’t lose someone special, not again. 

Your back is turned to him as he’s still sitting in his chair, he’s gazing at your beautiful backside covered with your lab coat. 

“I have a question for you.” 

You quickly turn to face him, giving him that damn smile. 

“Yes, Miguel?” 

He was feeling bold when he had planned this out, but now he felt like melting into the chair. Your smile wasn’t helping and neither was Lyla, who was flickering in and out to check on Miguel and his progress. She had made sure to be discreet so you couldn’t see her, giving Miguel a quick thumbs up before disappearing once again. 

“When was the last time you had a break, pequeño?” He asks, trying to sound as gentle as possible. 

You thought for a moment because you honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you kicked your feet up and relaxed. Ever since you became Miguel’s assistant, there wasn’t time for breaks. You always had a task to do and a job to complete. 

He takes your silence as your answer, letting out a; “tsk, tsk, tsk.” 

He’s behind you, his chest pressing slightly into your back. 

“That settles it. I’m taking you out to dinner.” 

You turn around in a flash, looking up at him with a concerned look. You started to rant about how it wasn’t necessary and that you were doing just fine and he didn’t need to take care of you an- 

“Shush, my mind is made up.” 

He swings away, leaving you on the platform in complete shock. Miguel O’Hara was taking you out to dinner…

As Miguel swings away, Lyla appears next to him in an instant. 

“So, how’d it go?” 

…he smiles.

[cherripieee]

Dangerous Territory

pairing: Mindy Meeks-Martin x fem!reader (slight Mindy x Anika)

summary: You and Mindy were such close friends, that was until a girl came along and things slowly drifted apart between the two of you. But, one day, you hear a certain song playing from her room...

word count: 2.2k

warnings: SMUT, cheating, slight scream 5 and 6 spoilers, oral sex (Mindy receiving), fingering, no aftercare at all, praise, swearing, mentions of sexual tension/chemistry, the ending lowkey kinda abrupt im sorry lol

‘You look so pretty and I love this view’

It’s that damn song again. The one that your roommate can’t stop playing and it’s getting annoying. You’re probably wondering, what’s so annoying about it? ‘we fell in love in october’ is a good song, it's actually one of your favorites. But there’s an issue. 

You moved onto campus last year and you’re a junior in college who is majoring in dance. It’s the best thing in the world to you and it’s definitely what you want to do for the rest of your life. Everything was going great; you had a girlfriend, the routine you had choreographed was gonna be showcased in front of the whole university AND a few famous choreographers…

But then she had to come along. Mindy Meeks Martin. 

Of course, you didn’t mind the fact that she had moved into your apartment! Plus, you needed a roommate after that nasty break up you had with your ex, who shall NOT be named. You found a pair of panties that weren't yours, and one thing led to another. 

Obviously Mindy didn’t cause your break up, she was just an innocent bystander. Hell, you barely knew her. But it all started once your ex moved out of your apartment and Mindy moved in. She was constantly giving you weird looks and stares as if she was suspicious of you. 

At first, there was nothing wrong with it. You knew about what happened in Woodsboro and you felt bad so you thought nothing of her odd behavior. Being almost brutally murdered isn’t something you get over quickly. 

She started to warm up to you. 

It took a while, but she definitely did. 

It was roughly three in the morning when she came back into the apartment, coming back from a late night hangout with Tara and Chad. She honestly thought you were asleep, she knew it was a weekend but you were always busy. In fact, Mindy was impressed by how efficient and clean you were. 

She walked by your room and stopped dead in her tracks when she heard what you were watching. As a big horror movie geek, she knew every movie line by heart and if she didn’t, she’d learn the whole script in the next week. 

You were watching ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’, a classic. 

“I never took you for a horror movie fan, roomie.” She said, leaning against your door frame as she watched you turn around. 

“Well, roomie, you never hang out with me so I doubt you know anything about me.” you retorted quickly. 

Mindy took that as a challenge. Ever since that night, she swore to herself that she would learn anything and everything about you. She would hang out with you more, A LOT MORE. 

She’d always ask about the things you liked and secretly keep mental notes in her head about every single thing. 

Mindy Meeks Martin was falling for you. 

Your personality was magnetic, almost identical to Mindy’s. Both of you called people out on their bullshit, spoke your minds, loved horror movies and were two geeks at heart. 

Things were going great between you two, that was until Mindy met someone. 

That someone was Anika Kayoko. 

They had met in Blackmore’s student library, Mindy making the first move. She noticed her having trouble getting a book off of a high shelf and Mindy rushed over to help out, mind you she almost couldn’t reach the book herself. But she did! Soon after that, they had made plans to go out that night.

The two of you were supposed to hang that night. 

You and Mindy had a disagreement on a movie and decided to put it to the test and watch it together, to see who was right. But once Mindy told you that she had a date, everything was different. 

You were starting to like Mindy. 

But you didn’t want to seem clingy, so you wished her a good time and watched the movie on your own. She stayed out almost all night, laughing and talking with Anika. 

It went on for days. 

Mindy would ditch you for Anika time after time with the same old apology: 

“Hey, I gotta run! Sorry, we can finish it next time I promise!” 

Days…

Weeks…

Months… 

And now, you’re stuck in your room listening to the music blast in her own room. 

‘We fell in love in October’ 

That’s your song. That’s the song that you showed to Mindy and she instantly loved it. 

That’s the song that played when you caught Mindy and Anika making out in the living room. 

You didn’t know why you were shocked, really. All of the signs pointed to Mindy seeing someone; staying out late, making up excuses. You guys weren’t even together, just REALLY close friends. 

‘That’s why, I love fall’ 

In a blurred rage you’re banging your fist on her door after texting her MULTIPLE times to turn the damn music down. 

“Mindy!” You yelled, your voice cracking a bit. You had been yelling at her for the past few minutes and your voice was getting tired. “MINDY!” 

At this point you’re about to barge into her room and cuss her out for ignoring you AND blasting music louder than it needed to be. You would play music in your own room but you knew your limits. 

The music stops. 

You hear loud footsteps approaching the door, it sounds like she’s stomping. …is she angry? 

The door flies open and you’re surprised that it didn’t smack Mindy square in the face. She’s pissed. You know Mindy way too well not to notice the signs. Her brows are furrowed, her eyes are more glassy than usual, her lips are pressed in a firm line and she’s breathing heavily. 

“...what crawled up your ass?” you jokingly asked, trying to lighten the mood. Usually you’d get a dry snicker from Mindy whenever a situation like this occurred, but that same look stayed on her face. 

She’s looking you up and down, her eyes are like fire as she checks out your body. Her jaw ticks as her eyes meet yours once again and she rolls her eyes. 

“Anika blew me off for some other girl.” 

You knew the feeling. 

You’re a good friend so you don’t bother to point that out, instead you pull Mindy into a hug. Her hands are on you in an instant, hugging the curve of your back tightly as she buries her head into your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, roomie…” 

Those are the only words you can let leave your mouth. You don’t want to make this worse by putting yourself into Mindy’s mess, so you stay quiet and hold her like a good friend should. You rubbed her back soothingly as her breathing slowly calmed down, becoming normal. 

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mindy?” 

She looks up at you with a new look in her eye. That same fire from before has brightened even more, but not with anger. 

With want.

With desire.

With lust. 

Mindy lets go of you, stepping back into her room and watching you with hooded eyes. The red lights illuminating her glassy eyes, making them look red and hot as they bore into your own eyes. 

“Wanna do something you’ll regret?” 

                                                       ~

“Fuck, you’re so good at this…” 

This was definitely NOT what you expected. 

Her back is pressed up against the mattress and you’re sending feather-like kisses down her stomach, slowly reaching dangerous territory. 

You want to stop, you really do. This isn’t fair to Anika and you’re helping Mindy cheat on her, techincally. Anika cheated first, but you didn’t even know the full story. All you knew is that Mindy wanted you and you couldn’t tell if she was using this to get back at Anika or if she simply wanted to fuck you. 

“This is so wrong…” Your words vibrate against her warm body and all she does is moan in response. 

“Should I stop?” That question slips out just as you reach her thighs, and you can smell her. She smells amazing and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But, this whole situation was wrong. 

“If you stop, I’ll simply just keep going.” 

You immeadiately retaliated, scooting back as Mindy slowly pulled down her panties. She’s dripping wet just from the thought of you in between her legs, she’s thought of that many MANY times before. 

You look up as she swirls her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and keeping eye contact with you the entire time. Behind those glassy eyes was pure lust and desire for you. 

Slowly, she trails her finger down her stomach and that leaves a glistening trail of her own spit. It shines red due to the led lights and a moan slips out of your mouth once she starts to circle her clit with her fingertip. 

“I’ve thought about this, y’know.”

Her words catch you off guard as you tear your eyes away from the beautiful sight to look her in the eye. 

“Thought about what?” 

“I touched myself just like this, roomie. Thinkin’ of you and how sexy you are…” 

She puts an empathis on the word ‘this’ and moves her finger down to her dripping cunt. She plunges it inside of her, swirling and curling it inside of her. 

“Fuck, Mindy…” 

You don’t want to stop, but you know deep down in your heart that this is truly wrong. You fucking despised Anika and Mindy’s relationship and you wanted Mindy to yourself, but why were you acting this way? 

“Come on, roomie, help me out…” 

Her eyes are fixated on your blushing face, and you’re suddenly glad that the led lights are red because so are your cheeks. 

After a long sigh, you carefully took out her finger from her entrance. It’s dripping with her arousal and you can’t help but let out a low groan. You suck and lap at her finger greedily, taking every last bit of liquid you can. 

“You taste so good, Mind. Just like I imagined…” 

You’re in between Mindy’s legs as they rest on your shoulders, shaking uncontrollably as you dive into her wet cunt. The slow strokes of your tongue is making her go completely wild as she howls out curse words and tugging at your hair, surprisingly not ripping it out by now. 

You lap at her greedily and grip her thighs, stopping them from shaking so much so you can focus. 

She’s so fucking wet and her juices are dripping down from your chin as you continued to eat her out like it was your last meal. 

“So good…” Mindy whispers as she lolls her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

Your nose is pushing up against her clit at the most perfect angle, and she rides against your nose and starts to chase her own pleasure. She lets out little ‘shits’ and groans as her stomach starts to rise and fall even faster. 

She’s close. 

The fact that she’s using you to get off is making you horny as hell, but this was about Mindy. 

Mindy was the one who had pulled you into her room in the first place, covering you in heated kisses and complaining to you about Anika. You can briefly hear her talk about her while you’re in between her thighs. 

“She’s so weird for that– fuck, right there! How're you gonna cheat on me and try to deny it?! Ah, go a little bit faster…” 

You’re not even bothered with her little rants as you bury yourself in her cunt, lapping at her soaked folds. 

She goes on and on about Anika…

..until she stops. 

Letting out the loudest cry, so loud you’re certain that the whole university had heard it, she clenches around your tongue and pushes your head into her.

“Ohmyfucking– Shit, shit, shit!” 

Her whole body stills as she lets out one final moan that’s followed by quieter ones and heavy breathing. 

…you just fucked your roommate and gave her an ear shattering orgasm. 

You sit in between your legs, catching your own breath. That was one of the most hottest and intense things you had done in your life. 

“Wow, Mindy, I-” 

She sits up, her eyes now filled with guilt and regret. 

“You should leave.” She doesn’t even look at you as she says it, instead looking to the side of the room and curling her knees up against her chest. 

“Really?!”  You’re fucking pissed! She was the one who convinced you to do this, this was her idea! It’s not YOUR fault that Anika dumped her for another gi- 

“Yes, really. This was a HUGE mistake, and I shouldn’t have let you in!” 

“But guess what, Mindy? You DID!” 

She doesn’t bother to look at you, even after everything the two of you had done. 

“Just…go.” 

With that, you stand back up on your own two feet and head for the door. Casting one last glance at Mindy…

You swore you could see a tear rolling down her cheek as she buried her face into a pillow. 

You stomp angrily to your room, slamming it loud enough for Mindy to hear. 

There’s only one thing you want to do right now. 

You grab your headphones and press a few buttons on your phone before music blasts in your ears and you’re lying face down on your bed. 

‘You look so pretty and I love this view’ 

[cherripieee]

Check Up

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer patches you up after a tough case and he reminds you that he's always there for you, even if your checkups take up some of his time.

word count: 807 (its a short one im sorry lol)

includes: reader and spence are married, mentions of spicy times, one mention of abuse, one mention of blood, sweet talk, mainly just fluff

“Spence, I’m fine.” You had told him this MULTIPLE times. You had gotten into a nasty fight with an unsub, but it wasn’t unusual. Out of everyone in the office, you were the most likely one to get physical with an unsub. As soon you sensed something was wrong…you’d pounce. It wasn’t smart but it was how you did things.

Spencer hated the way you did things. You two had first met on a case with an abusive father, becoming friends almost instantly. He fell in love with you as you two worked on the case together. He loved how smart and witty you were and your feisty retorts. However, he hated when you got hurt. 

As your husband, he swore to be by your side through sickness and health. He meant that. Sometimes you hated how protective he was, you could handle yourself. But at the same time, you needed someone to protect you. 

Spencer knew how independent you were, but that didn’t stop him from taking care of you. He took care of you every day and he didn’t care what you would say. 

You were his, he was yours.

"There's blood gushing out of your arm, y/n." he muttered, a concerned look stayed on his face as he began to patch you up.

You were sat on a counter while Spencer was right in front of you and attending to your wound.

God, why did he have to look so pretty?

He looked so focused and concerned and it made your heart flutter.

"That doesn't mean that I'm in pain, Spenc-" he gave you that look. That 'please shut up and let me take care of you' look. You know that glance WAY too often, so you shut up and let him take care of you.

The two of you were usually silent when he would patch you up, so why did this time feel more...uncomfortable? The air in the room felt thicker, and you felt guilty.

He seems a bit agitated, and you have no idea why. You two of you would always bicker about you getting hurt and not wanting help, it was a daily occurrence. But as of right now, things were weird.

He finished wrapping the bandage around your forearm and stepped back to give you room to plop down on the floor. You did so, hopping off of the counter.

"I'm sorry."

Spencer looked up from the ground, clearly confused. You were sorry? What for?

As if you read his mind, you began to explain.

"This happens a lot and I feel like I'm bothering you."

You? Bothering him? You're his wife, how could you even think that...

"I can really take care of myself, you know that."

The way you looked at him, your eyes were glued to the ground, and you looked ashamed of yourself. Your arms were crossed at your chest, and he hated it.

Spencer knew you were very independent, that was one of the things that drew him to you.

...among other things.

You felt his hand cup your cheek, but your eyes failed to meet his gaze.

"Y/n, look at me."

Your eyes slowly peeled from the ground, finally meeting his gaze. The way he looked at you was soft, and it makes you smile. This guy could always make your frown go away, even if it was just for a short amount of time.

"Yes, this does happen more often than I would like," he began, his tone soft and thoughtful.

"and it does take up some time," he gives you a playful eye roll, making you giggle.

"but I'm pretty used to it. I love you and I need to make sure you're alright."

You kiss the hand he has cupped on your cheek, intertwining your hand with his free one.

"I love you too, Spencer."

With that, he gently presses his lips against yours. The kiss is sweet and slow as you wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls you closer, hands trailing down to the curve of your back.

You both completely melt into the kiss; you can feel his smile pressed up against yours. His stubble tickles and you try to hold back a giggle as you feel it over and over again with every swipe of his tongue against your own.

Eventually, he pulls away from you. Just as you begin to whine, you feel his breath on your neck.

"If you weren't so careless, you'd have a lot less bruises." he scolds you, not fully meaning it. Secretly, he likes the scars on your body. All of them had a story behind them and he knew every single one. He remembered because most of them ended the same way: back in your bedroom.

"Shut up, Reid. You know you like my battle scars."

[cherripieee]

ok, hi everyone! i have a little schedule for you all so you know what’s coming in the future! but first, the results of the Do Revenge post came in!

i will be writing about fem!reader x Drea Torres (revenge sex)

okay so here’s the schedule:

Mindy Meeks-Martin x fem!reader (smut, should be done by this Sunday)

Miguel O’Hara x reader (fluff, kind of angst, should be done by Wednesday)

Drea Torres x fem!reader (smut, should be done by Friday/Saturday)

if you have any requests don’t be afraid to ask me anything!

mwah

[cherripieee]

SCREAM V AND SCREAM VI SPOILERS!

i cant help but think of ethan landry and how cool it wouldve been if he wasnt ghostface like

to me it was obvious from the start that he was ghostface, it's always the shy and innocent seeming ones. (cough cough RICHIE cough cough)

but imagine if he wasnt

I SHOULD MAKE A FAN FIC ABT IT OMG

mindy blames him for anika's death but they both get attacked, but ethan saves her by protecting her. he dies in her arms and mindy is left with guilt.

I GOTTA WRITE ABT THIS NOW HOLY SHIT

[cherripieee]

~my masterlist~

❤️ - fluff

🖤-angst

❤️‍🩹 - hurt/comfort

❤️‍🔥-smut

scream stories:

Dangerous Territory🖤❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

Spencer Reid:

more to come...

Miguel O'Hara:

more to come...

Do Revenge:

coming soon

Stranger Things:

Made For You 🖤❤️‍🩹

One-shots:

coming soon…

More:

coming soon!

Bloodlust - Eddie Munson fan fic:

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

[cherripieee]

working on another scream fic until the Do Revenge question results come in!

one person voted so unless somebody else votes it’s all up to them

anyway this scream fic is gonna be smut 🤭

it’s gonna be about mindy bc I barely see any stories about her so 😜

stay tuned

WE ALSO GOT A MIGUEL O’HARA FIC IN THE WORKS 💋

[cherripieee]

question for you! <3

also, slight mentions of big Do Revenge spoilers/twists so i really hope you watched the movie!

i think i wanna make a do revenge fic

i have a couple ideas but i wanna know what you guys think

[cherripieee]

okay guys sooooo

the drea torres x fem!reader will be coming out on either Monday or Tuesday because this is not about to be done by tomorrow LMAO

plus I am currently trying to make a masterlist to keep my blog organized!

mwah